Published April 18, 2005
In the midst of corruption
Where there seems to be no perfection
Where the rich riles the poor
And the hungry feed on opression
What shall they gain,
In greed and in threat
But all shall be in vain
And the earth shall rust their feet
Where the oor is sober
Looking for a place to shower
The rich and mighty
Shall all be in power
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There was a typo:
"Where the oor is sober"
I think you mean poor. It wasn't really my type of poetry, but it was written fine.